Hello! I'm back, unfortunately, to waste some more of your time on my increasingly pathetic fic! By the way, I forgot to mention that none of the characters belong to me…I know SE is probably touchy about that stuff. Anyways, I also forgot to mention that there is gonna be some…minor swearing…either in this chapter or pretty much in the rest, if I can find a reason to continue writing it. AHEM nobody reviews AHEM COUGH. well, enjoy…and please review so I know weather or not to bother continuing with this crap. - By the way, I accept constructive criticism, however, flame me and I shall burn you so bad you'll have to dunk your ass in the same pool Aerith died in to put out the blaze. Have a nice day :).

Chapter 2

"Hey, hurry the hell up, Zell's gonna be back soon…aren't we gonna go wait for him?" Zack asked, swinging the care package of hotdogs over his shoulder. "His mom's gonna kill me if I don't give these to him…she doesn't want her baby to starve while she's on vacation." The group of teens nearly cried with laughter.

"Ok, then, lets go," said Cloud anxiously, awaiting the moment in which he could continue to torture Tifa – he sorely missed it. He walked onto the street, chatting animatedly to his friends, and as they reached the bus stop, he claimed, yet again, his spot leaning against the post alongside Squall.

With a loud revving sound of a roaring engine, the greyhound bus that had picked up Tifa and Zell in the beginning of the summer was finally bringing them back home. The bus stopped, and out climbed Zell, who immediately dove towards his friends to accept noogies and props. "Hey, Tee," said Tidus absently, concentrating more on Zell than on the girl in baggy clothes in front of him. That's probably why he didn't notice the large grin on her face.

"Hey, asswipe, help me with this," she snickered in Cloud's direction.

"Hmph. All summer in a damn martial arts camp and you can't even carry your own luggage?" he sneered, walking towards the bus.

"It's not luggage I need help with, fag. I can cope FINE with the luggage," she spat back, still grinning widely. Cloud pushed her roughly aside as the driver pulled out her luggage: A large suitcase, a small cube box, and a large rectangular box made with heavy duty cardboard. The entire group went silent, and then began to parade around Zell, praising him for his victory and prize; however, Zell shrugged them off with a slight grin.

"It ain't mine."

One by one, each one of them turned towards Tifa, wide-eyed, but Cloud merely laughed.

"Prove it," he chuckled. "Fight me."

"Pssht. Help me hang the punching bag inside," she said, carrying the box towards Cloud and gesturing to her home – a modest house on the other side of the street. She plopped the box over Cloud's shoulder and he grunted under the unexpected weight, wondering how a weakling like Tifa could carry it as easily as he could. As the whole group walked into Tifa's house and into her basement, Zell leaned over to Cloud and whispered, "I feel bad for you. Piss her off and you get an ass whoopin'. It takes a lot to win crap like that…even I got disqualified."

When everyone was in the basement, Cloud and Squall hung the extremely heavy punching bag on a beam while Tifa greeted her parents. With a grin Tidus listened as her mother squealed in excitement after hearing that she had won. Zack rolled his eyes, and all of the guys laughed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang and stomps could be heard rushing towards the door to allow the guest in. Squall, Cloud and Irvine walked loudly up the stairs to watch Tifa as she was practically tackled by another brunette about her height – It was Cloud's ex-girlfriend, Rinoa. Cloud waved, then turned around to walk back to the basement, closely followed by Squall. Irvine, however, draped his arms consolingly around both girls, who were locked in a hug, as they were best friends. "No need to be upset girls…Irvine is here…" At this, Rinoa snorted in laughter and walked downstairs with Tifa and Irvine. She waved at Cloud – they had separated on good terms - and walked toward the hanging punching bag.

"Ok, Tee, let's see what you and Zell have got! Come on, uniforms on! I wanna see the stuffing come out of this thing! And by the way, I wanna see the gloves too!" said an exasperated Rinoa in a single breath. Tifa chuckled, and both her and Zell separated into two washrooms to change. Tidus tapped his foot on the ground in anticipation, and Zidane spoke to Rinoa about random subjects.

Zell walked out of the basement washroom in his slightly wrinkled uniform which was slightly tight, outlining his abs. Zidane poked him in the stomach. "Whoa! See? This is the benefit of not eating hotdogs," he chuckled, running quickly away from Zell in fear of retaliation. "Shaddap, monkey child," he said scathingly. Rinoa clapped, seeing that Zell had reached the fitness of his friends – however, as long as there were hotdogs in reach, she knew it wouldn't last long. Tifa walked down the stairs, her hair tied in a messy bun at the back of her head, her uniform clinging gently to her newfound curves. Unexpectedly, Rinoa suddenly ran to Tifa and lifted her shirt up just above her navel.

"Holy shit! You've got abs!" she shrieked. Zack raised his eyebrows, stiffening his crossed arms and staring intently at Tifa. Cloud merely stood perplexed, not aware of his mouth, which was hanging open in complete surprise. Zell smirked, Irvine smiled, and Tidus roared in laughter at Cloud's expression. Zidane however, strode towards Tifa and draped his arm over her shoulder.

"Is 8:00 good?"

Tifa laughed with Rinoa and slipped on her combat gloves – silky, firm black leather with small mythrill studs protruding from the knuckles. She walked with Zell towards the punching bag.

In swift and flowing movements, each one battered the bag with skill and technique. Cloud knew that any living being beneath Tifa's blows wasn't a very lucky one. He watched Zell, who's martial arts talent had escalated. Squall raised his eyebrows in an unreadable expression. After about 20 minutes of the entire group watching transfixed as the dojo students showed their skill, Tifa pulled away and proposed going out for dinner together. For one last time in the completed summer vacation, the companions walked the streets of the neighbourhood without worrying about homework, or – as they would soon discover – the other trials of highschool.

Hey Hey! Woah, you're still alive! Cool. Anyways, you're probably happy it was a short chappy, but just to make you groan, there's another on the way! PLEASE REVIEW!